Opened my eyes
Fire had come
Not for the end of days
Not for the faithless ones
Not for vision understood
Burns because it has to burn
Change will happen whether we
Are still or moving
Breathe in waves of doubt
Bitter in your mouth
You will exhale cinnamon clouds
When it is quiet and still
I can feel older here
Change what I can and pray
That hope will not disappear
When we are not denying anything
Nothing is an enemy
Delicately balancing the perfect world
Ride these waves of doubt
Bitter in your mouth
You will exhale cinnamon clouds
(Ooh, little heaven, little heaven)
(Ooh, little heaven, little heaven)
Writhe in waves of doubt
Touch me inside out
And I will exhale primal shout
(Ooh, little heaven, little heaven)
(Ooh, little heaven, little heaven)
I understand the fire will come
(Ooh, little heaven, little heaven)
Not for the strength of will
Or pa**ions of anyone
(Ooh, little heaven, little heaven)
I understand the fire will come
(Ooh, little heaven, little heaven)
Not for the end of days
Not for the faithless ones